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The man in front of him was a hybrid. A predator his mind whispered when his eyes met those blond ears speckled with sand-colored rosettes. A leopard.
“Minho is an experienced bodyguard,” Chan introduced him as Jisung seemed unable to look away with his predatory gaze—blond hair the same color as the fur on his ears, fine, elegant features, dark eyes, and a tail with the same rosettes that swung slowly and attentively behind him. “until now, he had served for ten years with a prominent family in Seoul.”
“Why did you stop?” Jisung asked, unable to stop himself, and it was the first question he asked a candidate that day. But it was a legitimate question, hybrid predators weren’t usually bodyguards. Or at least, they weren't a bodyguard after serving one person or family for so long. Hybrid predators were territorial; felines even more so. Minho was a rarity in himself.
“The person I was responsible for protecting is still alive, if that’s your question.”
Or: Jisung has a stalker threatening his life. Minho's the perfect person to protect him.
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- Part 1 of From Eden
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Absolute Magnitude by cruelbbh (sunflowill) for tangerinescream
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
04 Mar 2026
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The statistics and studies were clear: eighty-five percent of the population found their soulmate before turning thirty. After that, the odds declined.
Minho had given up on finding the person meant for him the day he fled Seoul for good. The person who bore the twin mark to his own: a nameless constellation. A cluster of stars that existed only on the surface of two different skins, forming a pattern found on no other celestial sphere.Minho had given up on finding, in this lifetime, the person with whom he could name their constellation.
Or: Minho finally finds the person who bares the matching soul mark to his own.
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"I used to be an idol." And at Jisung’s silent surprise, he went on. "Not from your generation. I debuted at seventeen, you might not even have been born yet." And if that wasn’t the perfect reminder for Jisung to not forget that Minho was, in fact, much older than him. Eighteen years.
"You said used to—what happened?" Jisung asked, because even though he knew an idol’s career had a limited lifespan—and that most careers peaked and declined after military service—Minho was still handsome enough to have successfully redirected his career if age had really been the problem. Minho could have easily become an actor, or at least a model.
"Ah, I got injured." Minho replied with a faint smile, and under the table, Jisung could tell he was gently tapping his left knee. "A fractured kneecap.”Jisung pressed his lips together, hoping Minho couldn’t read pity in his eyes. Because that wasn’t what he wanted to give him. Compassion, yes—but not pity.
Or: Through a series of events, Jisung finds refuge for a weekend in Minho's house, a former idol who revels in mountains' solitude. Together, they learn to not be alone anymore.
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"What?" Minho asked, his fingers outstretched to brush against one of Jisung's cheeks, as if he were unaware of the effect he was having on Jisung's entire body. As if he were a virus - a virus that Jisung didn't want, couldn't, get rid of. A virus that had spread to every living cell in Jisung's body. Jisung hoped that if he ever died and his body had to be autopsied, all his organs would be saturated with Minho. Jisung hoped that somewhere, a physical trace of Minho remained within him.
"Nothing." He answered by shaking his head, because he wasn't sure how to formulate everything that was going on in his head; wasn't sure if there was a reasonable way to say I hope there's a trace of your smell in my lungs, amidst those left by cigarettes. "If you're not ready in ten minutes, I'll find someone else to go see the snow with me."Or : Jisung and Minho have been together for a year and Jisung knows they will be for the rest of their lives.
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- Part 2 of Who we are
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Hey,
I used to live in your house. I’m drunk in Seoul, and it’s the only address I know.
Happy Holidays.
Jisung.
Or: On the path that leads Jisung to try to navigate between his dreams and the ghost of a dead rock star father, he finds Minho.
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- Part 1 of Who we are
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“Phoenix, the South Korean rock band, has just wrapped up its first U.S. tour following the release of your latest album. Could you tell us a bit more about it? About you?”
Between concerts, photoshoots, romance and stalkers : the lives of Jisung and Hyunjin, the two rising stars of South Korean rock.
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when Kafka said "you wouldn't believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it" and when Bronte said "if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave" and when Taylor Swift said "I'm gonna love you when our hair are turning gray" and when this random person on instagram said "I will never be your lover but I could make a religion out of how I imagined us doing the dishes together".
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“Thank you for dancing with me.” Minho murmurs, looking up at him from his bow. He presses his mouth against Jisung’s knuckles in a feather-light kiss. “I hope to see you again soon, Jisung.”
Minho lets go of his hand, gently, and he steps back. Silently, Jisung watches as Minho turns around and walks away.
When Jisung gets back to the table he left his friend in, Jeongin isn’t there anymore. Seungmin and Hyunjin have refreshed their glasses of wine, and the dessert plates have already been taken away.
“Where’s Jeongin?” he asks them.
“A duchess from Honam wanted to dance with him.” Hyunjin replies between sips of wine. He smirks at Jisung. “What were you doing dancing with the King of Gyeonggi?”
Jisung’s mind reels, but there’s barely anything there for him to process. He looks at Hyunjin’s and Seungmin’s expressions, both of them waiting for him to tell them something, but all he can come up with is, “I have no idea.”
Jisung, Prince of Hoseo, suddenly finds himself as the husband to Minho, King of Gyeonggi. What intrigues him even more, however, is how everyone is intimidated by someone so gentle.
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Bookmarked by cruelbbh (sunflowill)
29 Jun 2026
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He has been good. He even hoped, at some point, that he could be someone to Minho, someone important; that more than being just an union, they could be a unit: strong and happy together. That if he had to give up on love, he could at least aspire to friendship. That he could be enough. That if he was patient enough, beautiful enough, smart enough, he would eventually earn more than a passing glance, a polite smile and a few words here and there. Jisung’s stupid heart had even fluttered, once upon a time. Evidently, he had been alone in that want so he let that dream go, resigned himself to this reality.
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driven by spite over an arranged marriage that he doesn't want, Jisung decides to enter the very selective omega auction, thinking that his fiancé won't care. he has no idea the years of secrets he will unravel.
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Bookmarked by cruelbbh (sunflowill)
04 May 2026
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Jisung shifts, tugging Minho’s hoodie up higher, nose buried in the collar. His eyes are closed, but Minho can see his ears twitch at his words. “Look at you, mmh? My little omega’s been busy nesting.”
Usually, that would spark a huff, maybe an annoyed snap about being an alpha too. But instead, Jisung preens. His lashes flutter, his cheeks flush, and then it happens: a soft, high chirp slips out of him, as if it’s instinctive, almost subconscious.
Minho goes still.
OR: Jisung and Minho are both alphas— Jisung gets bitched.
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Bookmarked by cruelbbh (sunflowill)
30 Mar 2026
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Two years ago, Jisung confessed his love before Minho left for university.
Minho had said I love you too, and Jisung thought that was their new beginning.Now that they share an apartment, a kitchen, a bed on most nights, Jisung wonders why his boyfriend still hasn’t kissed him. Why he pulls away everytime he reaches for him.
Meanwhile, Minho lies awake at night pining hopelessly for someone he believes he can't have—even as that someone sneaks into his bed and laces their fingers together.
Two idiots in love. One confession. Zero clarification.
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Bookmarked by cruelbbh (sunflowill)
05 Mar 2026
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who wants to have a miscommunication about us dating with me
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Minho was everything Jisung had ever wanted and never thought he deserved. As he learned what it meant to belong to someone else, he drifted between the pull of Minho’s love and the fading outline of the life he once knew.
He had expected love to be many things—affection, passion, infatuation—but he had never expected it to come with talons, hidden beneath the guise of devotion.
Bookmarked by cruelbbh (sunflowill)
31 Jan 2026